If I were a writer, how I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. Lovely.

Why are homosexuals addicted to soap opera? Because our lives are a vivid situation.

Prayer is a practical strategy, the gaining of temporal advantage in the capital markets of Sin and Remission.

Bloomberg weighed three hundred pounds. This itself was historical. I revered his weight. It was an affirmation of humanity's reckless potential; it went beyond legend and returned through mist to the lovely folly of history. To weigh three hundred pounds. What devout vulgarity.

I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next.

There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist? (155)

I am not comfortable with abstract writing, stories that look like essays: you have to see, I need to see.